What's the use of worrying?

Worry, worry, worry. Everyone seems to be at it these days. about anything and everything.

War with China? Gas prices. No turkeys for Christmas. Food shortages. CO2. I can’t remember such a blanket of gloom.

Where is the British bulldog spirit?

I am not a worrier, thank goodness. Not like Mum whose concerns were mainly for Dad and us children.

Bert was an inveterate worrier, always foreseeing terrible weather for his holidays.

I think that, generally, it is something to forget about except in special circumstances. A waste of time, harmful in fact.

Over the years, facing big decisions or important tasks, I have tried to keep cool and see things through. And it has worked for me. 

Dad would probably have been singing in wartime Britain, even though he was in the Dardanelles not the trenches of France. 'What’s the use of worrying, it never was worthwhile', in the words of the famous Great War song Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag.